Kensi and Nell's search for other witnesses who could tell them about Brad Nicholson or Michael Roberts hadn't been very successful. Of the four witnesses the prosecutor had named for the court martial two had died (both had been shot), one was in jail and the fourth had disappeared. So their only goal was the guy in jail, a man named Anthony Logan. He was serving 20 years in California State Prison up in Lancaster a little bit North of Los Angeles. With Hettys permission they left to talk to Logan. When they reached the prison it was already afternoon.

"Your first time in a jail?" Kensi asked.

"Yeah," Nell replied. "and I'm not exactly sure if I like it..."

Kensi smiled an awry smile but before she could answer the door opened and Tony Logan was being let into the interogation room. Kensi got up

"Mr. Logan, I'm special Agent Blye of the NCIS and this is Nell Jones. Thank you for talking to us, we have some questions about a man named Bradley Nicholson. We learned you know him?"

Logan snorted. "Now all of a sudden you guys want to talk about that bastard? Five years ago your damn prosecutor promised me who knows what if I take the stand against him, I did and what happened? His lawyer insulted me, said I was a liar and a criminal and the whole case went through the roof. What has changed? Has the Vatican cleared me of lying now?"

"Nicholson's dead"

Logan looked at Kensi then turned down his eyes and looked at the table before him. "Well... it could be expected considering the people he made business with..."

"Do you happen to know who these people are?" Kensi's blood was rushing now, maybe one piece of the puzzle and one piece off the mission was about to come to its place now.

But instead of answering Logan smiled a crooked smile. "If I tell you, what's in it for me? You don't expect me to share my knowledge with you just because you're such a lovely person. Although I appreciate the NCIS sending two such good looking agents into my lonely little world."

Nell shuddered. She wouldn't even touch the guy if she got payed for it. But obviously Kensi was prepared for that. She ignored his remark and told him they would put in a good word for him at his next parole hearing. When he was complaining this wasn't enough, Kensi got up and told him if he wasn't going to talk to them then maybe the other three witnesses from the court martial would. She was totally bluffing, hoping for the fact that he didn't knew about the other three and their fate. They wrapped up their stuff and headed out.

As soon as they reached the door, Logan called them back. Luckily he hadn't heard of his companions. He agreed on their conditions but asked if they could at least talk to the warden to give him another cell. His cellmate had obviously smoked one joint too much and was "bonkers". Kensi promised to speak with the warden and Logan started to talk.

"Brad Nicholson was one of the most unscrupulous men I've ever met. He would have sold his own mother if he would have made money out of it. On the other hand he was completely paranoid. Never trusted anybody except for his aid, but I've never met that guy. However, you wanted to know whom he dealt with? Anybody – anybody who had the money to afford his services. He supplied the goods and when you payed enough he even shipped you the stuff if needed. I know that he once shipped about 50 boxes of semi-automatic rifles to Nicaragua right through the Navy's front yard. They didn't even notice he was there and he got the whole cargo safely to its destination." Logan seemed almost impressed. "He was a bastard, but he knew what he was doing."

"So he was doing business with the drug cartels in South America, anybody else?"

"As I said, anybody who had the money. He supplied groups here in the US with guns and rifles, but also groups in the Middle East or Africa. Wasn't all Navy stuff, only his premium customers got those." Kensi shuddered at the thought of who these premium customers might be.

She thanked Logan for his help and asked him to write down everything he just told them and everything else he knew. In the meantime she would go and speak to the warden. Logan nodded and Nell gave him paper and a pen.

They left him in the custody of a guard and while Kensi kept her word and left for the wardens office, Nell called Hetty and gave her an update on what Logan said. After she had finished Nell waited for Kensi to return, mostly because she didn't want to be alone with this guy.

Kensi came back with good news, the warden agreed to transfer Logan to another block of the prison. When they told him Logan seemed honestly happy. He got up to pack his stuff and move to his new cell but before he reached the door he stopped and turned around one last time

"Because you're such nice ladies I'm gonna give you an extra information totally free of charge: if you want to know exactly whom Nicholson was doing business with, find his aid. As I said I've never met the guy, Nicholson always called him Junior. He was the only person the man trusted I think. If he's still alive, he's your guy" Logan turned around and disappeared into the inner life of the prison.